I am not handsome, but when women hear me play, they come crawling to my feet.

Now I am a genius; before that I was a drudge.

I love the guitar for its harmony; it is my constant companion in all my travels.

The variations I've composed on the graceful Neapolitan ditty, 'Oh Mamma, Mama Cara,' outshine everything. I can't describe it

Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house.

Be fair. Play hard.

How many contradictions! Eh! If I loaded my wagon all on the same side, I'd tumble it over.

Lost rights are never regained by appeals to the conscience of the usurpers, but by relentless struggle....goa ts are used for sacrificial offerings and not lions.

I remember thinking, "My little sister is going to be something super special," because you always seemed to know what you wanted. And I'm just curious, where did that come from?

I never felt happy with the idea that part of what I do is to be an object to be looked at. I thought of my public persona as an entity separate to myself.

If during creative processes the desire for money and fame comes before passion and joy, the chances for a big hit decrease considerably, at least in my experience.

The most sumptuous experience of ingestion is in-between: remembering the last bite and looking forward to the next one.

People think edges are bad, but they are really there to keep up from falling to pieces. They don't hold us back, they hold us in. They hold us together.

I have always maintained that society has no business dictating morality.